The Godparents (ModernAu: Levi x Reader)

|Hammered|

LEVI'S POV:
All night long, my eyes kept wandering back to that woman. She was steadily getting more and more drunk as the night progressed. Hanji and the others seemed oblivious as to where my attention was as they laughed and drank, sharing embarrassing stories they wouldn't remember in the morning.
Erwin, however, seemed to notice immediately. He didn't say anything for a while, but we were both still sober enough to read another's thoughts.
A few hours in, as the bar began to empty a bit, Erwin leaned over and muttered, "Why not go talk to her?"
I leaned away from him. "The hell are you talking about?"
Erwin smiled, slightly mischievously. Damn, I knew that smile. "Why not take a drunk damsel home with you tonight?"
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, looking at my barely-touched beer on the table. "Because, I've never hooked up with a drunk woman before, and I never will. Besides, what on this earth would make you think I was interested in her?"
Erwin leaned back with a slight chuckle. "Because of the way you keep looking at her. Something tells me you're interested, at least as to why she's here." He raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
I sighed. "Yeah, maybe that's it. I've seen her more than once this week. Think maybe she has something to do with that murder in the papers." I rested my chin in my hand, looking back over to the woman. Her head was now in her arms on the bar counter. She looked awful - depressed even.
Erwin's smile disappeared. "So that's still bothering you?"
I shrugged.
"The case wasn't exactly complicated. That's why our bureau wasn't involved. I never expected you to care about something as simple as that," Erwin murmured, turning his glass.
I shot him a glare. "You know I don't like murder cases," I mumbled. Perhaps Erwin was one of the few people who actually knew how I felt about those kinds of things. Everyone else assumed I didn't care.
Well, except for--
"AHAHAHAHA!" Hanji cackled, right on cue. "I gotsta go home Mikie. I got work in the morn'n," she slurred, her face flushed.
"We have tomorrow off, Hanie," Mike slurred back, forgetting the "j" in her name.
Erwin sighed with a good-hearted smile. "I better drive these idiots home. Who knows what'll happen if they try to do it themselves." He stood, pulling the two drunken dopes with him.
I stood as well, but Erwin gestured with his head towards the woman at the bar again. "Think she'll need help?"
I looked over and sighed. "Just let her call a cab."
Erwin fixed me with a look - one where his bushy eyebrows were raised high up on his forehead, his eyes questioning, his mouth in a straight line, and his head tilted towards me slightly.
I sighed. "Fine; whatever. But I'm not fucking hooking up with her, hear me?"
With that, I approached the bar. After making sure that Erwin had left with Mike and Shitty Glasses, I sat down next to her.
"Oi, kid. How much have you had to drink?" I began. Internally, I sighed. Way to go Levi. Start like that.
She looked up, her face still surprisingly sober-looking for someone who was so clearly drunk off her ass.
"Like... I don't know," she said, downing another shot. "Not enough."
I raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?" I asked, looking ahead. The bartender was shooting me glares.
"I can still remember what happened," she slurred, raising a hand. The tender gave her another shot.
He looked at me seriously. "Now don't you come over here hitting on (Name). She's been through a lot recently."
"It's okay Hannes," the girl said, waving her hand off. "I'm - I'm good. I'm sure it's all over the papers." She laughed bitterly. "Drunk-ass husband murders wife and child. My sister was always bad at making choices."
"So you really are her, huh?" I said, turning to look at her fully. "You're supposed to be getting the kid then, right?"
For all of you reading, please don't ask me why I was so curious. The truth is, I don't fucking know. Maybe it was just a moment of humanity that through me into this mess. I don't know. But here I was talking to this drunk woman - who had lost everything - and she was telling me anything and everything that I asked about.
"Yeah. Not sure how to raise kids, though. Court says I'm a little too young to raise a six-year-old by myself. I'll have you know, I am twenty-five. Twenty-five! And my sister had her first kid when she was seventeen years old!" She sighed and shook her head. "I barely knew that kid. Never even met the other one til the funeral. God, what a precious child." She took one more shot before looked down. Something wet dripped onto the table.
"Are you crying?" I mumbled, leaning forward a bit.
She shook her head before slowly resting her head on the table. After a few moments, soft snoring could be heard.
"Damn," I said, leaning back in my seat. "She's hammered."
Hannes sighed. "Might have to call the kid a taxi," he said, picking up the phone hooked to the wall.
"Don't bother. I've got it," I said, standing.
He crossed his arms. "As if I'm letting a total stranger take her home!"
"What do you think you'd be doing if you called a taxi," I asked with a raised brow. "Just give me her address."
He didn't respond.
"Listen, I'm a detective with the Survey Corp, and last time I checked, I'm still sober enough to tell my left from my right. Who else are you gonna trust here?"
Hannes grumbled a bit, taking out a piece of paper and writing something down. "Here. This is where she lives. Now, I'll have someone there to check on her in the morning, so you better not be there, and she better be okay," he warned.
I gave him a blank stare. "She'll be fine old man." With that, I pulled (Name) out of her seat and began pulling her to my car.

When we arrived at (Name)'s apartment building, I wasn't surprised to find that it was locked. She had been asleep the whole ride; she was so quiet and still, you'd think she was dead.
I didn't want to go rifling through her pockets, so I simple observed all the places someone like this may hide a spare. Not under the welcome mat - the only reason that was even there was most likely to trick people into thinking that. I skimmed my hand along the door frame. It wasn't on the top, so it had to be on the side.
If you looked very, very carefully, there was a white piece of tape on the side, with a slight bump underneath it. Clever, I guess. I pulled the key out and unlocked the door before carefully placing it back where it belonged.
Her apartment was surprisingly tidy, and mostly clean. I could respect that. I dragged her back to a large bedroom, definitely hers. A picture of her and another, slightly older woman, sat on her nightstand.
Must be her sister, I thought with a small frown.
Once I had gotten (Name) in her bed, shoes off and under the blankets, I left her apartment, making sure it was locked.
What a tragedy she had been through. Not like I hadn't been through my fair share of shit. Still, there was something about the way she spoke of that child, even if she was drunk.
I was undeniably curious about this stranger.
Whatever, I thought with one final shake of my head for the night. Maybe I'm just tired of hanging out with the same old people.